Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-09-25
4ulJerIin9 Register
AL THE WORLD At WAR,
by Walter Besant-

,,,.bor of shepherds All and Maidens
T,ir " "Rv Celia's ArbOr, The Golden
Butterdy,' etc, etc.
IcoNTINUED.
followed the procession up the path.
Ubsn we arrived in front of the house
NOR deserted house, never again to receive
al its occupautsl-Dan asked permission
for a halt.
.Pleasance, my pretty" said Dan, go
and bring out glass Of brandy for this
Gentleman. and one all round for these
brave lads and for US prisoners. It's
brandy, your honor, as never
81 know, l know said the officer,
Iaughiug-it was Capt, Pollard, r. N.
Well, We will halt for the brandy"
served them all, beginning with the
officer. and going from him to the prison
,,s Ii was now daybreak, and, in the
cold gray light, recognized all their faces
ILacw every one OF them. l had seen
them at Bridport, at SeatOn, and elsewhere,
when | went to look ont for the revenue
cutter. One Of them WAS a Lyme man, a
cousin 81 John Beer, the barber.
Their" said Dan, when the brandy
hal gene round, now 20 in, my pretty,
and yet 10 sleep and don't fret. Where
are 81 goiuc, sI?'
To LYME Grst, then to Bridport. After
that suppose you will be sent mp to Dor
chester to take your trial
IF shall walk to Lyme with You" /
said.
No opuaSitiou was made Arrived at
the high road, the prisoners were made TO
walk together in the middle, all handcurted
and guarded by the men with drawn cut
lasses. | noticed that they all tried to
march next to Dan and whisper IN his ear.
The whispers were friendly expressions OF
sympathy aud regret.
How did they know | should run Into
Rousdon bay" asked Dan of one Of them.
The man shook his head. He knew
nothing about H. Some iufOrmer, he
suppo<ed. with u muttered curse against
all mtormeyS.
walked beside Will. He was trying to
lace the situation, which was very serious.
II shall he committed for trial with the
rest. PleaSauce BE brave, my girl; 1t Will
only he a term OF imprisonment, no doubt.
We shall fight il through. But my mother
must not know."
oh. VIII. they won't send you to
prison.
81 doub! they must, my dear. | must
think what Is best TO be done for all OF us
IL we'll rs Tor myself. You would not like
me 10 esCape nj the expense OF the poor cid
man. would ycu2'
There Was no reply possible to this. OI
course would not in my right mind
Just then. however, it seemed as If even
Dan might ~ provided my Will could be
got out of In" ,Urape.
marched down the steep hill which
leads into Lyme at about $50 The little
town was sound asleep. When We reached
the house ot Mr. MallOck, justice OF the
peace, a halt was called and the offer be
gan to knock hastily ut the door.
Ills worship was not dressed. Could We
come later On?
We could not; the case was imperative
His worship must he good enough to gel
out Of bed and receive us ut once.
We oil trrorea into the narrow hall
ten minutes, when the magistrate came
slowly down stairs, wrapped in a dressing
gown, wearing night cap instead of u wig
and gambling ~ he slowly descended the
stairs. lie Vas q pOrtly old gentleman
with purple cheeks, eyes which might bt
described as google, and full lips | knew
him tor one 81 Dams best customers. The
hue OF those cheeks was not due to fresh
air and exercise, but 10 port and old
French brandy.
The narrow hall was nearly dark, lii
only By singh. talluw candle, carried by
the maid who admitted us The worthy
justice looked round him with angry Won
der.
Now, gentlemen, " he said. what is
this. Why Is e gentleman to he pulled
out of his bed on a cold morning before
daybreaks IL Ronaparte landed? Have
you got e French spy2 Well, who is in
command oryuus"
IL am, NIr. MallOck, if you will ALLOW
NE To speak, " said Capt. Pollard.
Allow YOU, sig-I am waiting for you.
am up at tina ungOdly hour on purpose
10 hear you speak. Mary, go bring pair
Of candles Ia the dining room. Now, sir,
speak
Il am Lieut Pollard, Mr.. Mallock,
and
"Oh, Pollard Il am sorry did not re-
cognlze you. What with the darkness
here-Mary, do fetch these lghts,--and
the confusion Of ones wits at this disturb
ance-pray excuse. What does It mean,
Pollard We were wishing for you last
night, over as good glass Of brandy ~
ever Diu' -
Here the captain interrupted him with
great alacrity.
i am here, Mr.. MallOck. officially, "a
Ottcer in command OF his mliestY's avenue
cutter The T,a~Cr. These are my men;
these iour are nay prisoners. Prisoners,
step forward